We are bombarded with information every day. And two people who hear or see or read the same thing may understand different things. I admit I tune in to specific messages and I ready myself to understand.
From the book I am currently reading …“Another time, tears came to Jesus when he looked out over Jerusalem and realized the fate awaiting that fabled city. He let out a cry of what Shusaku Endo has called mother-love: “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing.” I sense in that spasm of emotional pain something akin to what a parent feels when a son or daughter goes astray, flaunting freedom, rejecting everything he or she was brought up to believe. Or the pain of a man or woman who has just learned a spouse has left—the pain of a jilted lover. It is a helpless, crushing pain of futility, and it staggers me to realize that the Son of God himself emitted a cry of helplessness in the face of human freedom. Not even God, with all his power, can force a human being to love.” by Philip Yancey “The Jesus I Never Knew.”
Sometimes it’s good to take in the silence…
It is a good week, starting with the Friday birthday party of a one year old little buddy – and what we love about these family friends is that it is always casual and easygoing, and we go way back.
Then over the weekend we hiked all over, to an 11th century old fortress, and a hike to the nearby church. Our puppy joined us on both long walks in nature. It was tiring and so good.
And Livia is in town again … and it’s wonderful!
